[The convoy is moving that next morning, heading back to the castle but not yet across the Dead Zone. Integra had started riding out with Cloud but had eventually retreated back to the wagon, curled up in the corner with her journal pulled out, to check though the day, to continue where she had left off with others.
She has to double take when she sees the first line, read over the whole of the short post twice before Integra feels her breath back again. Is it, could it be...
Integra can't risk sounding upset, with the other people in the wagon. Her pen is dug out fast, and even as shaky as she is, the handwriting is neat.]
Prove it.
[A long pause, and Integra knows it is not enough to go on, just those words and just her own two. She can't get her hopes up, but she also can't bark an order over text.]
Written
She has to double take when she sees the first line, read over the whole of the short post twice before Integra feels her breath back again. Is it, could it be...
Integra can't risk sounding upset, with the other people in the wagon. Her pen is dug out fast, and even as shaky as she is, the handwriting is neat.]
Prove it.
[A long pause, and Integra knows it is not enough to go on, just those words and just her own two. She can't get her hopes up, but she also can't bark an order over text.]
Prove you are Alucard.
[She feels like her heart is in her throat.]